Holly Black: Trending quotes (page 6)

“You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.”

“I like all the things that make you monstrous.”

“We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be”

“One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.”

“She wants me to take out Patton.”

Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?”

“No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.”

“They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either.”

“It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.”

“Sometimes I felt like I was waiting for my life to begin and more than anything, in that moment, I wanted to force some kind of beginning. I wanted things to be different than usual. I wanted to bend reality.”

“We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.”

“I left mad behind a long time ago. The world it is the way it is. I can only fix my little piece of it”

“I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.”

“If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what' to steal in the fridge."
We're trying to find evidence she's the poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth." Ruth shrugged and walked past Val.”

“Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. "I saw your mother's trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you're just like her."

"If I was, I would make you beg to blow me," I sneer.”

“Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.”

“I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.”

“Remember that I’m still a monster. I can listen to you scream and cry and beg and I still won’t let you out.”

“You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.”

“Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.”

“It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt.

After all, hell is supposed to be hot.”